They said I was sickAnd I’ve always been naiveTurns out it’s not me they seeJust the moments I succeed And I guess we define it differentlySame words, old dialect in a new sceneYears spent as an understudy with my own hands on the stringsWith multicoloured pens tucked into my shirt seamMoving slowly with the extras, Trying to match the mood swings You could say this isn’t … Continue reading Dialect